Time trickled by in agonizing slowness. Fang Han held fast to his mental clarity, enduring the "forging" torment brought on by the Vajra Pill.
He could clearly perceive that under the effects of this potent medicinal power, his muscle fibers seemed to be tearing apart and restructuring, becoming far more resilient.
His bone density seemed to be increasing, emitting a faint hum.
His skin grew firmer as well, its defensive capabilities quietly improving.
The entire process lasted for about an hour. When the last trace of scorching medicinal power was absorbed and refined by his body, the faint golden luster on the surface of Fang Han's skin slowly receded like a tide, returning to normal.
He let out a long, turbid breath, which actually carried a faint, scorching heat.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. A faint golden glint flashed in their depths before vanishing.
He gently moved his arms and legs, and his joints let out a series of crisp pops, like beans crackling in a hot pan.
